What lies beneath
Sue Bramley, 51, Mansfield
Kneeling on the grass, a trowel in her hand, my daughter Sophie, then 7, was hard at work.
Bless, she’d spent all morning planting flowers.
As I sipped a brew in my deckchair, Sophie busied herself with bulbs and a watering can.
‘Looks great, love,’ I told her.
Even though I knew how this usually ended…
Ever since we’d moved into our two-bed semi in spring 2006, Sophie’s flowers had never amounted to much.
‘They haven’t grown again, Mum!’ she huffed a few weeks later.
‘Maybe it’s the
